It is a interesting topic,one that I ponder daily, I am 74, been through a lot of health problems becouse of a birth defect, and until I was 18, I lived for the most part in James Whitcom Riley Hospital. I had a wonderful education, tutors and read the complet medical library, also a public library later on.  At 18 I married had three sons in a row, got them off to school and went to work in retail, not too glamorious a profession, but it was fun for the most part, worked in every aspect of the job, from grand openings to closings, the most fun I had was at Zayer, in the Damaged and Defective department," You Break It and I'll Take It", was my moto, found that little room under the stairs could make money, and my last year before they closed I made $555.000 in credits and returns, my hair turned gray, I got slower and still I did not feel "Old", could still out work the young ones any day. Divorced and remarried three times, that took it's tole, but my head still was good, and I did not feel "Old", So now I have three steents a pacemaker, and am packing to go Mi. seems funny but I still wake up with a "40 year old mind in a 74 year old body", So the moral to this is keep moving, look forward to every thing and always have a way out when it gets too bad. Peace and Blessing to all that are "Growing Old Gracefully". Marty